Blessed are all who knew not,
but had a heart,
for all knowledge is but error,
cold as a knife.
Only the wrong direction of the roundabout
that has outgrown the world.
But when it outgrows you,
what will remain,
if ignorance does not lead you among human?
When you will mature into the eyes of human,
no one will be able to stand before you
as someone.
When the body of the body matured,
you were born,
but the body is not yours.
Bestow it to others,
so that they may find the body of their own body,
for in the house of the body
eternal children are born.
In the mirror of the mirror grew a forest of reflection.
And when in the reflection a quarter was fulfilled,
human was born in the mirror.
And human lived in the forest of his own mirror
through the eyes of others,
or in the forest of the mirror of others
through his own eyes.
And it was He who lived in him in the mirror,
and He who went into the forest of his reflection
and completed it to the half.
And it was He who lived in him in the mirror,
and He who is going into the forest of his reflection
to complete it to the whole.
And the constant of entrapment into reflectivity will no longer exist.
Do not try to be alive at all costs
in front of other people’s eyes,
so that you do not sight your own darkness
in their eyes.
It is enough to just be here where you are,
have been and will be,
and they will find you within themselves.
Life has one face
and many colours.
Do not steal my face for your colours,
but bestow your face to me
so that I can bestow mine to you.
Woe to you if you remain a colour without a face,
and blessed if you become the face of my smile.
You were a child of one-sidedness,
playing with your mirror
and turning it as you pleased.
Now one-sidedness in you is awakening,
and is moving you among the cyborgs,
if there is no one within you
to position you among the people
outside any sides.
Is it possible to catch the rhythm of a cat
wagging its tail?
In the same way, you cannot catch your own rhythm
as long as you live your own way.
But when you will no longer be,
the rhythm of creation will be in you
and you in the rhythm of creation
of the eternal symphony.
But so, you only chase yourself
with tunes of lust
until the day of complete submission.
Each front has its back.
Your face is the face of deceit,
for you only live your back.
Are you selling your back as your face
for the trifle of transience,
or do you offer it in sympathy
with the helplessness of us all?
When two put their backs together,
the eternal face of our compassion will rise.
Do not ask yourself,
“When? How? Why?”,
because you will know it from your face.
When you will not bear to look at it anymore,
it will be over,
because only you know
the deception of your own face.
You were born into this world
like a flower that opens in foreign mornings
and dies in its own evening.
Do not chase the foreign in your own
trying to overcome this world,
but fall asleep
so you wake up in your own morning.
The Spirit of Truth